But Mo Yichen knew that neither of them could sleep well. One had to endure physical pain, and the other had to cuddle up and be haunted with fear. Although on the surface they slept well, neither of them slept well actually.

Mo Yichen leaned the box against the door and walked to the bed lightly. First, he reached out and touched Mo Xiangyan’s forehead. Mo Xiangyan didn’t sleep well. After he felt that someone was touching his forehead, he moved his body uneasily. Mo Yichen ...